There is an interesting dynamic that occurs with personal growth, when there is passion between partners and one is growing at an exponential rate, the other will foresee their "social demise" in the relative balance of pride, value, self worth, control...and the more the other grows the more desperate their behavior escalates...kind of a fear of intimacy dynamic of approach/avoidance. The basis of many domestic violence disputes, and the formula for tragedy.
The notion of a man shoving a woman's face any where is the basis of the expression, "panty waste", a Canadianism for those men who are not fit for sh#*!...
Great write, dangerous tale of woe...my dear do deal with your flavor habits, hot spices can lead to far more serious things than indigestion.
Much Love,
Robin
This is a really great poem dealing with one of the most ultimate betrayals. I would only change one thing and that's to switch "and" with a "then" in the last line. But that's just me.. :)
There is an interesting dynamic that occurs with personal growth, when there is passion between partners and one is growing at an exponential rate, the other will foresee their "social demise" in the relative balance of pride, value, self worth, control...and the more the other grows the more desperate their behavior escalates...kind of a fear of intimacy dynamic of approach/avoidance. The basis of many domestic violence disputes, and the formula for tragedy.
The notion of a man shoving a woman's face any where is the basis of the expression, "panty waste", a Canadianism for those men who are not fit for sh#*!...
Great write, dangerous tale of woe...my dear do deal with your flavor habits, hot spices can lead to far more serious things than indigestion.
Much Love,
Robin
I feel your pain in this short but gut wrenching piece... you ask the best question of all, how can someone give you everything and in a moments notice take it away... Great work.
I love the title...The begining is strong also...Once you start a ryhming scheme though it gets a little weaker...but i feel like when u werent worrying about ryhming words it had great strength and imagery....it is a powerful poem...good job :)
Okay, for lack of time, (and most of all for the sake of nostalgia for my angsty and self-absorbed teenage years), I have ripped one of those ancient myspace surveys from the forgotten planes of the i.. more..